Because Everyone Thinks Differently

What do I do! What do I do!

That Demonkind man must find my existence unacceptable!

Pastel felt a little wronged, but at the same time, thinking about the past history of the Kraft Family building a Military Academy on the Sky Island Demon Holy Land, she could understand it somewhat.

It was too repulsive, so she hadn't looked into it properly, but she could imagine just how many evil deeds they had committed during the Conquest of the Demon World. Massacring civilians was probably just the basics.

But on the other hand, she just felt wronged.

Uwaa, I didn't even do it.

It feels like no matter how kindly I live, it's useless because of the Family's infamy.

Is this the sin that Governor Pastel must bear? If I had just stayed home eating Demon Lord's cooking, there would be no reason to feel this wronged. Power truly comes with a price.

But feeling wronged was one thing, and arguing back when she was born with the Kraft name was another wicked act, so Pastel just went uwaa.

Uwaa...